The reader is a brilliant engineer, that makes (grade A+) battle armor & weapons. The Vulture and the reader works together by selling these illegal armor & weapons. (The Vulture even gives the reader profit because the reader lives alone) The reader learns at school (The R is the quiet/loner kid) about Vulture getting arrested and they soon decide to leave New York and disappear. They grab all their money and leave to Tennessee to start a new life. The ending could be the reader starting a new life
Sorry for the delay! Here it is!
Avengers x GN! Teen Reader
You weren’t always like this.
You had a family once. Loving parents, 2 siblings that were annoying but still kind and sweet. A nice house on the outskirts of New York City. You had the perfect life.
Until the world started ending due to an psychotic AI wanting control of the world.
You’d been out getting groceries while your parents were taking your siblings into the city to pick up some take out for dinner and maybe get something from the Cheesecake Factory.
You’d gotten home earlier than them, which was to be expected.
That’s when you saw the news.
There was an invasion of robots descending on the city. You heard screams in the background of the newscaster. You hurriedly picked up your phone and called your parents. It took three rings until one of them finally answered.
“(Y/n)! Are you alright?” you heard from the other line.
“Yeah, I’m fine, but where are you guys?! Tell me you’re headed home, ple-”
“Sweetie, I’m sorry...I love you...We all love you...No, no, no! God, no! PLEASE!! N-” and with that, the line went dead.
Later, when bodies were being identified, you found out that your family wasn’t among the survivors. That was the day you lost everything.
Timeskip~ 2 years later
You’d thrown yourself into your passion of engineering and tinkering, and worked like your life depended on it. You’d managed to make a name for yourself on the dark web and black market for being a fantastic engineer of unusual illegal weapons, like gloves that could shoot focused high-intensity soundwaves, causing an opponent’s ears to be in extreme pain and bleed, even causing horrible hearing loss.
You’d managed to make enough money from work to put yourself through school and even get yourself an apartment, though it wasn’t exactly the nicest place. But hey, you just needed a place to crash, keep all your equipment, and hide your money. A shady, rundown place was perfect.
Through your work, you’d met some people. One of those being Adrian Toomes, aka, “The Vulture”. The guy had found out about you through a client of yours, and had apparently liked your products. He’d called you up on one of your phones (you had several cells, to as to not be tracked), and asked for your help on a project of his. You’d heard of him, and knew he was a reliable guy in the underworld, so you agreed to meet him and see what you could do. Afterall, this guy had connections, which were invaluable in this business.
Turned out, the two of you worked really well together. He didn’t look down on you because of your age or treat you like a little kid. At the same time, he gave you space to work and listened to you. After a few more collaborations, you asked to move your tools into his warehouse, as your apartment wasn’t such a good workspace. He smiled and agreed.
Adrian, or as you liked to call him “Vultch” was good to you. He would happen to bring extra food in his meals and offer you some. He’d even gotten you a new power drill for Christmas. He knew you were an orphan, and knew you lived on your own, but never pushed for details, which you were grateful for. He was like a father-figure, or at least a caring uncle.
When you met his daughter at school, you actually didn’t know who she was at first. Their last name was the same, but you figured that was probably just a coincidence. As a quiet kid who liked books and formulas more than most people, you didn’t really pay the popular pretty girl much mind.
That was, until you both were grouped together for a partner project. She offered to drive you over to her house after school, which you quietly agreed to.
You two started talking on the way there, and you realized that Liz was actually incredibly intelligent and not at all like the stereotypical popular kid. By the time you reached the Toomes residence, you guys were making horrible math puns.
“Well, we’re here! My mom and dad should be home, but don’t let them scare you. They’re overly affectionate and embarrassing, like every other parent. Come on!”
Liz opened the front door, her mother coming down the stairs with laundry immediately greeting you both.
“Lizzie! You’re home! And who is this sweetie?” The woman asked her daughter.
“Mom! This is (Y/n). They’re my partner for a class project.”
You slowly raised your hand for a shake. “Hello, Mrs. Toomes. It’s nice to meet you.”
She smiled and shook your hand. “Nice to meet you too, sweetie.”
Suddenly, a voice came from the kitchen. A very familiar voice...
“Honey? Is that Lizzie?”
Your eyes widened when you saw Liz’s dad come out from the kitchen, bowl of chips in hand.
When the Vulture’s eyes landed on you, he looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment, before shaking it off.
You knew better than to say anything about what you did for a living, and knew that other people in the business had lives outside of arms deals and engineering illegal weapons. You just never thought that Adrian would be Liz’s dad.
You shook your head lightly and stuck out your hand. “Hello Mr. Toomes. I’m (Y/n). Liz and I were partnered for a school project, so I hope you don’t mind my staying here to work on it.”
Adrian lightly smiled and shook your hand firmly. “Good to meet you (Y/n). As long as you two don’t cause any explosions or fires, your welcome to come on in.”
That was the start of an odd but fun relationship with the Toomes family.
Timeskip~
God, you hated superheroes. One minute, you were working with Vultch’s team on a new upgrade to the suit, and the next, you’re hearing of his arrest and trial. You went to the trial to say goodbye to him, holding back the tears. He gave you a warning to run. You promised you would soon.
At school, you hugged Liz goodbye, heartbroken, as she was like a sister to you.
You saw your friend Peter talking to her as she left. You wondered what he said to make her look even sadder.
You packed up what few belongings you had. Adrian had asked you to blow up the warehouse, so that your fingerprints wouldn’t be found. You did as asked via remote from 1/2 mile away.
You took out all the money that you kept underneath a loose floorboard and stuffed it in a backpack, covering the cash with your clothes and personal items.
You bought a ticket for a train heading out of the city, and from there, a bus that was headed towards Florida. You planned to get off in Tennessee so that no one who follow you.
That night, as you waited for the train to come, you heard your name being called. You looked around, the station nearly devoid of other people except one guy with air-pods in and a lady on a phone call
“(Y/n)! (Y/N)! WAIT!”
You then turned around, seeing Peter running towards you. What the Hell was he doing here?
“Peter, what ar-”
“I know.”
You froze. What?
“What do you mean? What are you talking about Pete?”
“I know you worked with Toomes on creating illegal weapons. I know that you knew who he was.”
You tried acting dumb. “What? Peter, you know me. I w-”
He stared at you with a serious expression that you’d never seen on him.
“You’re right. I do know you. I know you’re a genius with mechanical and electrical engineering. I know you live alone in an apartment that you pay for, which no highschooler could make enough to do, especially if they went to our school, which has a high tuition. You’ve also never talked about your job. I’m not an idiot (Y/n). You have 2 choices, either turn yourself in, or come with me and we can see about putting your skills towards helping others.”
You sighed as you walked towards your friend. “That’s the thing about you Peter. You’ve never been an idiot. I liked that about you. If only you had been just a little less observant.” You said as you heard the train coming
You hugged Peter, making sure you were out of sight from any cameras. He was about to return the gesture, when you stuck a needle into his arm.
“Wai-”
You whispered, “I’m truly sorry Petey, but I don’t think either of those options is for me. This stuff will wear off in about an hour. I’ll call Ned to come pick you up. I really am sorry, Peter. Goodbye. Maybe someday, we’ll see each other again.”
With that, you slung Peter’s arm over your shoulder, making it look like you were helping a drunk friend. You placed him on a bench before calling Ned, saying Peter passed out from a fight and was at the train station.
You boarded the train with your backpack and sighed as the train slowly started moving. You looked behind you at Peter’s slumping body on the bench and at the New York City skyline.
Man were you going to miss this place.
Maybe one day, when it was safe again, you’d be able to come back...
THE END
A/N: Hey! If you made it this far, THANK YOU for reading!
Requested Imagine: While trying to look for an old friend, you find her in the most unexpected of places. Even if, for her, it had been a long time coming.
You typed on your keyboard, getting the pop-up from your newest contact. This one is just asking for the contents that you had stolen from a company. Not the biggest one, but one that would have serious repercussions should you have been caught.
You hadn’t been, as you had been taught by (who, to you) was one of the best; Skye.
Saying that name always had a pang in your chest; she was your best friend, one that had helped you learn how to hack and how to do the Rising Tide podcast you had been working on for a few years before…
Well, before it all fell apart.
Now, the Tide was almost over and done with. Or, rather, you were.
You sold the secrets for money, for a chance to run. You didn’t sell it to some big corpo, just some enemies of the Tide and wanted to see it come crashing down.
With that, you went dark. You started anew, here in Denver, not really intent on making friends.
Not when your only one was fuck knows where.
You knew that those who you sold the info to and who you worked for had other intents with the information. You knew that, despite what everyone said, there was always something else going on in the background, something bad they hid in the shadows.
“You really think I do, kid?” Your local checkout guy asked you as you paid for your things, “You think I’m just gonna sell you out like that?”
“Just a matter of time. Plus, I’m helping you out, you help me.”
“Maybe. But, even if you weren’t, I wouldn’t of anyway.” You looked around as he packed your bag, seeing a customer with a hat on picking out a drink. He seemed to always be there, but so did a lot of other customers.
“Sure.” You brushed it off, going back to your van.
Again, you typed, sending the information off. Now, you waited. Waited for the pingback that would get you one step closer to finding out whether or not your best friend was still alive.
However, as the ping went off, the door to your van opened, with a man who wore shades and a smirk greeted you.
“Y/N?” He asked.
“Whose it to?” You replied with, despite already having an idea.
“SHIELD.” With that, a bag went over your head.
Your cuffs kept you to the chair, again, as you tried to pull on it, “Fuck.” You cursed. It wasn’t budging.
The door opened, with that same man walking in, this time without shades, “I’m Phil Coulson, and I’m sure this is really weird right now. But, I have reason to believe you’ve just sold some valuable data to a client that has ties to a very evil corporation.” The man, Coulson, told you as he sat down opposite you.
“I just get it for them. I knew going in it wasn’t exactly going to be nice.” You confessed.
Coulson nodded, “Anything else you want to tell me?” He prompted.
“Nope. I’m sure you SHIELD guys have got a state of the art equipment to find them though, right? I mean, if I can do that from my van….you might need an upgrade.”
Coulson smiled, “Yeah, maybe we do. But, we’ve got one of our best working on that. She’s been eager to talk to you.”
“Despite not being interested, I always had a way with women.” You smirked, trying to hide the small amount of fear you had.
“Yeah, she told us you’d be like that. Managed to make a short file for you.” Ok, now he had your interest. She? There was only one --
The door opened, with the woman you have been trying to find all this time.
“Thanks, AC. Sorry for taking so long, Y/N’s always been good with this type of stuff.” She apologised. She sounded more mature, not the goofy friend you hand known.
“Nothing to apologise for, agent Skye.” Agent? He looked back to you, “Don’t worry, we aren’t going to punish you or anything. You didn’t know. As Skye tells us, you’re a good guy. Just, tell her what we need, then we’ll be on our way.” He vowed, before leaving.
Now it was just the two of you.
She sat down. You could see, in her eyes, that this reunion seemed to carry the same weight as it had to you.
Two best friends. Two siblings by bond coming back together.
“Hi, Y/N.” Her voice was light. She had lost the professionalism to it the moment she spoke to you.
Now, you just had to find out how the fuck she ended up here. Why she had stayed. That was a big one; you had never stayed in more than one location for this long before. Why change now?
“You ready?” She asked, opening a very small file. Inside was your photo. Ah, so she was looking through what SHIELD had on you.
You leaned forward, “Oh yeah, I’m ready.” You answered.
There was a man Skye had met, just before Miles. The one who came before. Miles and him were friends, but himself and Skye didn’t become a thing until after. His name was Peter.
“Y/N, born in --”
“You don’t need to read from that, Skye. You know me, just like I know you.” You interrupted with.
Skye looked at you, eyes hiding the emotion that laid behind them, “Or, I want to know how you ended up here. You wanna catch me up?”
She fully closed the file, pushing it to one side, “You wanna tell me who you were working for?” She fired back.
“Share for share. I go, you go.” You ‘offered’.
“You first.” She was waiting.
“No idea who they were. They just offered me something.”
“Money?” She guessed.
“Nah, got gigs for that.” You answered.
“Then what? Give me something, Y/N. Something I can use to help you get out of this.” That’s ironic.
“You. They said they had information on you. Besides, you not give them enough for me to get out this cleanly anyway.” Something happened in her eyes. They widened, for sure, but there seemed to be a bit of fear in them too.
However, she was quick to cover it up, “Tried to hack SHIELD to find anything out on my parents. Tried to find some things on yours, too.” She said, voice delicate.
You looked to the table, before up to her, “Told you, didn’t want to know ‘em --”
“I know...I’m sorry,” You shook your head, telling her to not worry about it, “Anyways, they found me, dragged me into a different room to this. But, same flavour, really: drab colours.” You let out a chuckle at her words. She smiled.
“Guy said it was a shell company. Just wanted some files. I went and got ‘em.” You said, holding up your end of the deal.
Peter was good; he was a kind, gentle, soul. Despite everything he had gone through, he had never lost the gentleness he had that his foster father had deemed as weak.
There was a time when you had a nightmare, and Skye was driving. Peter was there, waking you up and helping you calm down.
“Are they ok?” Skye asked, looking back at you both through the mirror.
You nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, they’re good. They’re good.” He assured his (then) girlfriend.
“I helped them out. I helped them get what they wanted. They wanted Mike, I helped them get him.” She continued to tell you.
“So, you gave him up?” Skye gave you a head tilt and silent glare.
“No, I didn’t. He had powers, and needed to be brought in.” She defended.
“I have powers. And you guys didn’t run at me with guns Or you tell them that from the get go, and that’s why you didn’t come running in with guns?”
“You do. And my intel played a part. Along with other pieces.” Now you looked a bit confused, “Guy who worked in the shop you went to --”
“The cashier?”
“No, a customer.” Shit.
“Fuck.” You cursed, leaning back in your chair.
“I’m sorry, Y/N --” You stopped her.
“Did the cashier know?” She shook her head.
“Guy with the hat that was always there. That was the agent.” You just nodded.
“We stopped Mike, I was made an offer; I was given the chance to be apart of something, Y/N. Be a part of a team. That, and I got the Tide an in.”
“Alright, you ready, little sibling?” Skye asked you as you both set up the mics. You nodded.
She started the broadcast to the rest of the world, telling them what you had found on SHIELD and other organisations like it; the ones who covered things up.
Peter sat in the driver’s seat, playing look out to see if anyone looked suspicious. He looked at you both through the mirror with a soft smile. His phone went off, it was Miles calling.
“Used the same backdoor to the place you showed me how to open.” You said.
“Wait, there was already a back door?” She questioned.
“Yeah, it’s what I used to get into to get the data.”
“You remember the company's name?” You shook your head.
“No, shell company. What for? I do not know. Just know that it existed as a front for something else.”
“I got my in. Started out not really sure of what to make of them. But, as it went on, we actually worked together well. It was -- It was like we were pieces to a puzzle.” At the pause, she seemed to almost have to catch herself.
“What happened there?” You pushed. This might’ve been it, this might be the key.
“There was just… this guy. There was...something about him. A pull, in a way. He was like Peter, at first, then more like Miles. His name was -- his name was Grant Ward. He was -- uh….he wasn’t a good guy. I thought he was...but...”
“I’m sorry.” You were genuine.
Skye shook her head, “Don’t be, my friends got me out. They had my back, even when they found out why I joined.”
She then put a pad on a table, “I’ve been using this to talk to Coulson about hte info you’ve been giving me. It’s notes, don’t worry. Just things for the mission. But...I think you’d be good at this.”
“At what?”
“At being an agent. Working alongside me, helping me. Just like old times.”
“Them? You want me -- you want me to join SHIELD?” You asked, still shocked at the very thought of the offer.
Skye scrunched her eyebrows together, “Yeah. I mean, these people you’re working for aren’t good people, Y/N.”
“Oh, and SHIELD is?”
“SHIELD has done some shitty things, I’ll admit. It’s not perfect. Nothing is. But, it’s trying to do good. We’re actually trying to help people. We’re making a difference.” Skye argued.
“And I’m not?”
“You helped people affiliated with fucking Nazi’s!”
“When?!” You were both getting angry.
She slammed the file down, opening it pointing at the name of one of your clients, “This. It’s a front for a Nazi organisation called HYDRA. You gave them valuable information.”
“What information?”
“On SHIELD agents and their locations. That thing you hacked? That thing with the back door already open? That’s a SHIELD server. You hacked a SHIELD server!”
“I had to find you --”
“You had Peter.”
“Had. Had is the keyword there.” That stopped her.
Miles and Skye darted dating. Nothing bad happened with her and Peter, they just realised they didn’t love each other in that way anymore. He was still a good friend to you both.
“Skye.” Miles said as she stopped the van, “We need to get this new broadcast out.” He said.
“I’m not leaving Y/N behind. I’m not leaving Peter behind. I’m not leaving our friends.” She said, firm toned.
“Look, babe,” he took her hands in his own, “Just think about it, ok? You can, you know.” He was keeping it intentionally vague.
“Meanwhile, you two, you got the blowout job, right?” The ‘blowout’ job was one that had a big paycheck to it.
Part of you should’ve known with the look Miles gave you compared to the one Skye gave you; her’s being one of concern, his being faux-concern.
“Oh my god.” She breathed out, voice shaking, “He...he’s dead?”
You only nodded, “I tried to find you both after, but you had both just...gone. It’s why I took off. I wanted to find you, and Miles wouldn’t take any calls or messages.”
“He ran. He didn’t mention you when I found him, at all.” She said it all coming together for her.
“How long is it until these guys do it to you, too?” That one stopped her cold.
“They won’t.” She said, firm.
“You and I both know they will. We both sold out, just in different directions. At least I’m not fooling myself.” You hated to be harsh, you hated the look of hurt on your best friend’s face. But, you had to be if she was going to see the ‘truth’.
“I gave you up to protect you! What we did was dangerous!” She argued.
“You don’t think I don’t know that, Skye? Now, here we you, with me in handcuffs and you playing in the very role we tried to take down. Except, this time, when it crashes and burns, it’ll be you whose left in the dirt as everyone else runs!”
“Y/N...they aren’t like that.”
“Coulson seems the type. I mean, Miles did it, he has that same look to him.”
“Stop --” She pleaded.
“Did they brainwash you or something? Is that why you’re staying? Skye, I just want to know why. I wanna help you get out.” You were desperate for her to see that it was the whole reason for this.
She leant forward, meeting you in your own movement forward, she had tears in her eyes, “They aren’t like Miles, they aren’t like the nun’s at the orphanage. These are good people, Y/N. They said they’d stay and they stayed. I betrayed them by joining with the intention of taking them down, and they let me stay. I get the hate we used to have for --”
“We? No, just me, Skye. You gave that anarchistic side when you sided with them. Skye, I’m trying to help you out here --”
“And I’m trying to make sure you get out of this without anything bad happening to you.”
“And you think working with a bunch of suits will fix it?”
“You think helping a bunch of Nazi’s kill a bunch of people that want to help is good?”
“Better than selling your soul and your friends, Skye.”
She stood up, not giving a response. If anything, the slamming off the door was the response.
You may have just lost your best friend. Your best friend in the whole world; someone who was akin to a sister figure for you. Someone who was loyal, and was. Someone like Peter.
Someone like --
“I’m gonna unlock your cuffs. We’ve gotten the info we needed. Thank you for that.” Coulson said over the comm in the cell, his voice echoing all around it.
“Sure. Anything for the greater good, right?” There was a sarcastic bite to your words.
“For once? That’s true. We’ll take it and go after the funders. Any intel we can get is useful on them. I’m just sorry that this one came at a cost.” He sounded like he meant it.
Then again, Miles also managed to fool you with that one.
“Skye ever tell you about Peter?” You asked, out loud.
“No.” Was the response from Coulson.
“That was our last gig together; going in for that one last big gig before we’d all run off together. Plan was to start again, buy ourselves a good home and live there, doing what we could for people in need. Then again, some of those people are the same as those at the top, just money hungry. Miles was one of them. And I -- I didn’t see it sooner.” You had no idea why you were confessing to this man who you had only seen once.
Maybe it was the fact that Skye trusted him, looked up to him.
“I get it,” He said, “I get why you’re cautious. I get why you’re defensive of yourself and her. This worlds a scary place, filled with scary people --”
“I’m not six. Plus, Skye can take care of herself. Guess it’s just....” You paused. Coulson didn’t interrupt the whole time, “It was the way we worked, you know? Just us. Just us and the rising tide, doing the podcast and letting the world know about the truth.”
“SHIELD has skeletons in it’s past, I won’t deny that. We’ve done things; covered up things and done even worse things. We aren’t clean. But, that was old SHIELD, this is the new SHIELD.”
“Miles set us up” You admitted, “He sold Peter and me out, then Skye went into SHIELD. I don’t think he planned for her to go in as early, but there were always talks of it. Jesus, that fucker.”
“How long were you on your own for?” Coulson asked.
“Three years. Spent it finding any scrap I could on Skye. Then it led me here, with some dead agents on my hands.”
“They made it out. We managed to warn them just in time. None of them know it’s you. Skye didn’t want you caught in the crossfire. She cares about you.”
“Like you do with her.” You admitted. A DING! Occurred, and your cuffs unlocked. You scoffed as you rubbed your hands, “Might not have the deepest sympathies for you guys, but you do care about her, that means something. You’ve kept her alive so far.”
“You did good yourself. Hard to track down. If only you hadn’t gone into that SHIELD server.” There was a hint of humour in his voice.
You looked at the file she had made on you. Taking it, you opened it up. It was like a biography, with everyone she had known about you. She also had been able to find out some of the jobs you did.
“You know I’m still pissed she sold me out, right?” You asked.
“That’s understandable.” Coulson said.
“Call her back in, think I’ve got something for her.”
The door opened, with Skye walking back in. She took a seat at the table. You sat with your arms in front of you, “You ready, little sibling?” She asked, this time with what - almost - sounded like hope in her voice.
You were taken out of your cell, looking around at the area. What you saw was people at work, some mainly in a lab. Skye just kept her eyes forward, leading you into a living area.
In it, was Coulson and a woman around his age, “Y/N, this is May. She’s like the second in command here, just like you were for when we were in the tide.” Skye nudged you.
You looked at her and scoffed, “I’m not fully a part of this ragtag group yet, Skye.”
“Are you trying to do the right thing for the right reasons?” May asked you.
“Depends on your definition of it.” You challenged.
“Fight for the innocent.” She boiled it down to.
You looked at your best friend before back to the others, “Yeah.”
May nodded, sliding a laptop to the end of the table, “Use that, find us something, we’ll get geared up.” She said, walking passed you. However, as Coulson did, he gave your shoulder a pat in both a ‘thanks’, but also a ‘welcome to the team’.
You looked at your sister figure, she shrugged, “Welcome to SHIELD.”
You both went to the laptops, you went back to the message that got you into this in the first place. You traced it, finding a place that was abandoned. You zoomed in, giving the location to them.
They flew there, with Skye leaving. However, before she did, she gave you a hug before she left.
“Ok, Y/N, we’re here.” She said over the comms. You had live footage of the area.
“Ok, the signal goes here. Just...be careful.” Was all you asked of her.
“Of course.” She assured you, before going in.
You had two newcomers enter the room, two british people; a man and a woman.
“Oh, you must be Y/N. Nice to meet you, even if not under the best of circumstances. I’m Jemma.” She said, holding her hand.
You shook it, before holding it out for the other guy, “Fitz.” He answered the silent question.
“Is that them?” Jemma asked, taking a seat on one side of you, Fitz the other, both staring at the screen.
“Should be.”
“Y/N, we have a problem, it’s empty. The signal just leads to a laptop.” Skye, unfortunately, had to tell you.
“...Shit.” You fell back in your chair, face in hands.
“Pull up the original message again?” Fitz asked. You did just so, “Look at the end,” You, again, did so, “It’s an anagram. Look, if you -- Jemma, help me.” He asked of his friend.
“Oh, I see what you mean, Fitz. Yes, if you rearrange it, you get --” She stopped, looking at you for permission. You nodded.
She typed in the new name you had, getting a ping, “There. They’re there.” She said, pointing to the new place.
“Guys, we got them.” You said into the comms, giving them the new location. You shared a smile with Simmons.
You sat with Skye in Coulson’s office. He sat on the opposite side to the table, “Today was a success. And, I want to thank you for it, Y/N. Without that intel, we wouldn’t have found them.” He said with a smile.
“I’m sure you would’ve.”
“They’re just being modest. We appreciate it, Y/N. Really, you came through in the end.” Skye said, putting you on the shoulder.
“Y/N, we’d like to offer you a place here. I understand you don’t agree with everything, and that’s fine. To be honest, I think we need that, now more than ever. It’ll be safer here, you’ll have company and you can do some good as you’ve always wanted to.” Coulson offered.
“Plus, we can work together again. I mean, I’ll be out there sometimes. But...I missed my best friend.” Skye said, sincerely.
You thought about it, the two just waiting for the answer.
I'm sorry I'm a bit tired so my ask missed a couple of words. They were supposed to be three siblings who hated Maddie because she cheated with their father on their mother. I wanted to imply this drove their mother's death.
Just watched the show and I must say I love Ezra, Jules, and Richard. I really didn't like Maddie at all. I truthfully wanted Season 2 just to be them and them only.
Seriously they should've been brothers and sisters
Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the show and loved the trio, I do too. But your headcanon’s still not for me. ^^°
